Chapter 16: The Night's Watch Pact
Aeria descended into Castle Black's courtyard, its Valyrian core humming softly, snow swirling around frost-dusted stones, the air sharp with a bitter chill that clawed at exposed skin. The Night's Watch, their ragged cloaks of black and grey snapping in the wind, stared in a mix of awe and disbelief, their breaths clouding like fleeting spirits. Elias stepped out, the Wall's icy breath stinging his face, a stark reminder of sacrifice's weight. The northern passage led us here, heart thudding like a war drum. A scuffed blade hung from a recruit's belt, its dull glint grounding him, while a worn satchel chafed his shoulder, sore from hauling supplies. A chipped mug lay by a smoldering firepit, a world-in-motion pulse as crows' shouts echoed across the snow. A new sub-scene unfolded as a recruit tripped, spilling a chipped mug's steaming broth, an Accidental Spill sparking rough chuckles, easing the heavy air.
"Your city's impossible," Jon Snow said, voice thick with awe and suspicion, his sword hand resting on Longclaw's pommel, eyes narrowing in a silent challenge.
"My System makes impossible real," Elias replied, a weary smile cracking his chapped lips.
[ALLIANCE INITIATED: NIGHT'S WATCH. LANDING PROTOCOL COMPLETE. AWAITING NEGOTIATIONS.]
"What's this System you speak of?" Jon pressed, snow dusting his cloak, gaze sharp as ice.
"It's our hope," Elias said, voice steady, "forged in steel and dreams."
Larra emerged from the ramp, hands laden with warm loaves and wine, their yeasty aroma slicing through the cold. The Watch, gaunt and hollow-eyed, eyed her with suspicion and hunger, a recruit taking a loaf with trembling hands, brushing her worn satchel.
"We come in peace," Larra said, her voice a low, reassuring murmur, breath visible in the frost.
"Peace with bread? A rare gift," a recruit muttered, tearing into the loaf, crumbs scattering.
The Stark alliance binds us, Elias thought, hope flickering . Corax landed on a glowing Watch relic, a broken sword radiating faint warmth, its steel humming softly.
"The icy reception's not for you, Jon. It's for me. They hate my jokes."
"Caw less, you wretched bird," Jon said, a faint smirk softening his stoic mask.
A new sub-scene emerged as a brother dropped a chipped mug, its clatter sparking a curse, a micro-conflict resolved by Larra's swift grab, boosting morale with her steady hand. Castle Black's hall was grim, its weak hearth fire spitting embers, a draft slicing through cracked stone walls, chilling Elias's fingers. He sat across Jon, the young commander's shoulders bowed under unseen burdens, a scuffed blade glinting beside him.
"The dead are coming," Jon whispered, voice heavy with dread, eyes locked on the flickering flames. "We've seen them. We've fought them. And we're losing."
[THREAT CONFIRMED: WHITE WALKERS. RESOURCE OFFERED: DEFENSIVE TECHNOLOGY. PACT INITIATED.]
"We'll stand with you," Elias said, activating the DGS, schematics glowing on a portable screen, stark against the gloom, his hands trembling from the cold.
"They don't die easy," Jon said, fingers tightening on a worn satchel, voice low and grim.
The Free Folk pact strengthens us, Elias thought, resolve hardening, . A new sub-scene unfolded as a recruit argued over ration shares, Torak's sharp glare silencing him, a mini-payoff steadying the group. Torak shared Free Folk tales, his voice rumbling with primal fury, a worn satchel snagging his arm.
"Ice demons," he said, eyes blazing like fire. "We know their tricks. We know how to fight them."
"Tricks won't save us," a brother scoffed, shifting on a creaking bench, his scuffed blade clinking.
Corax landed on a map radiating a cold aura, its edges curling like frozen parchment, snow swirling outside.
"Look at the map, Elias. They're coming. From the east. From the west. From everywhere."
"Caw less, you'll scare the dead," a recruit muttered, tossing a pebble that missed wide, a Witty Retort sparking laughter.
The courtyard pulsed with new purpose, snow crunching under boots, a chipped mug clattering as a recruit stumbled, sparking Corax's quip, "Clumsy crows, tripping over shadows!" drawing hearty chuckles. Jon stood before his men, resolve hardening, snow catching in his dark hair like stars.
"We're with you," Jon said, voice a solemn oath, offering 20 of his best men, their cloaks flapping.
[ALLIANCE FORGED: NIGHT'S WATCH. RECRUITS: +20. NEW HALL UNLOCKED: BLACK-CLOAKED HALL.]
"They'll be a part of us, Elias," Larra said, organizing recruits, her worn satchel catching on a crate, her logistical mind sharp.
"They'd better not eat all our bread," Corax cawed, beak twitching with mock disdain, hopping aside.
Corax landed on a glowing Watch blade, its steel humming with faint magic.
"The crow party's getting bigger. This blade… it's got magic in it. You're going to need it."
The White Walkers draw closer, Elias thought, hands numb from clutching a scuffed blade, the Wall's shadow a hook to battles looming, urging Aeria's defenses to rise.
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